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Her Shoes

By Caralouann  (booksie.com)

Icicles melt within my eyes, due to the heat of pain.

Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Tags: Her,Shoes Missing,Image Icicles,Melt,Within,My,Eyes, Due,To,The,Heat,Of,Pain. I,Know,Why,She,Died, But,Doctor's,Too

My Profile

By Caralouann  (booksie.com)

for a friend at allpoetry. My name is Cara Louann. My user name is PoovyLou. My birthday is April 3rd, I am an Aries.

Short Story | Updated Nov 29, 2007 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Tags: My,Profile My,Home,In,Commercial,Point,Background,With,Sister,Amanda,And,Brother,Johnny,A,Friend,Carmilita Aerial,View,Of,House,Now

I Forgot My Wish, But...

By Caralouann  (booksie.com)

Standing in line, for hours it seems, I anticipate my turn, to tell him my dreams.

Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Tags: I,Forgot,My,Wish,But... Standing,In,Line,For,Hours,It,Seems, I,Anticipate,Turn,To,Tell,Him,Dreams. Little,Elve's

Are Farts Wet And Lumpy

By Caralouann  (booksie.com)

I'm up on deck, and the batter is ready to swing, and all of a sudden, whooom out of nowhere a loud noise echoed in the air, gaseous emanations drifting

Short Story | Updated Nov 10, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Tags: Are,Farts,Wet,And,Lumpy Missing,Image I'm,Up,On,Deck,The,Batter,Is,Ready,To,Swing, And,All,Of,A

Driving Home In Traffic

By Drunkenram  (booksie.com)

While traveling along through lifes dreary droll, From light to light, the traffic did crawl.

Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Tags: Driving,Home,In,Traffic While,Traveling,Along,Through,Lifes,Dreary,Droll, From,Light,To,The,Traffic,Did,Crawl. Through,All,Of

Life, Abuse, Dreams A Letter To A Friend From Jail

By Caralouann  (booksie.com)

Hey baby me again, Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things 1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I

Short Story | Updated Oct 10, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Tags: Hey,Baby,Me,Again, Got,Tired,Of,Playing,Solitare,And,Reading,Books,So,I'm,Writing,You.,Guess,I,Should,Tell

My Mind

By Rlostboy66  (booksie.com)

this is a poem from a seven year old poet

Poetry | Updated Sep 5, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Shallow,Window,She,Thought,Of,It,All,By,Herself. She,Said,Looked,At,The,And,Was

She Said My Dancing Was Like A Sex Appeal, She Wanted More

By Summerdays  (booksie.com)

Edward, why don't you give me a bone.

Poetry | Updated Jun 2, 2007 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: She,Said,My,Dancing,Was,Like,A,Sex,Appeal,Wanted,More

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